"Xiao Cai is indeed smart."
Fu Rong always thought he didn't mind, as long as in the end, she would come back to him.
But when she stood in front of him again, he realized that he did mind, and he minded very much.
He didn't want to be apart from her; he wanted to be with her every moment.
He hoped she could stay by his side forever and love him as she did before.
"No choice, if I weren't smart, you all would have played me to death by now."
Fu Rong, as if he couldn't hear her sarcasm, took her hand: "Let's go."
Wen Cai no longer made a futile effort to break free and just let him hold her like that.
Fu Rong's palm was dry and warm, her palm pressed tightly against his, in a very intimate gesture, making the woman's cheeks flush.
All her life, she had never been so close to a man, and the man in front of her was more noble and handsome than any she had ever met.
Is this him, the person she would spend the rest of her life with? Wen Cai stole a glance at him.
